Category: Mother

Family, Healing, Mother, Parents

Compassion For Mom

Deb M

Sometimes when I’m writing it comes easy and other times it’s a miserable process. Yesterday the words flowed freely and so did my emotions. Years and years ago when I first began working on my memoir I grieved daily because it was as if the writing was taking me farther away from my mother. As I came to terms with the reality of her choices my heart broke and my feet were set on a new journey. I couldn’t look honestly at my story without first being honest about our story. To have compassion for myself I needed to stop making excuses for her. I was too wounded to hold space for both of us. Growing up I held space for her and suffered in silence as my own needs went unmet.

Suddenly yesterday as I pounded out some revisions I sensed a new found compassion for my mother. As I recalled all her tears, her search for connection, and her desire to please her higher power my heart ached to reach back in time. She was failed by everyone in her life who should’ve loved her. In short she was alone and I was there, the only hand to hold onto. As I thought about all this I wished for some tears because I could feel the sadness walled off inside me. They will come one day, I’m sure of it.

Over and over I’m confronted with how writing my memoir is healing me. It’s not a quick fix and it isn’t painless. Thread by thread I’m untying the painful knots within me and that process is enabling me to react from love and not pain. I wonder who my mother would’ve been if she had been given the tools to heal. For now she is returning to me and I’m grateful.

Mother, Trauma

Mother’s Day

Deb M
Mommy and I (age 4 months)

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. My feelings were all over the map. My mother has been gone since 1989. I was only 19 years old when she passed. Our relationship was complicated due to her mental illness and neglectful parenting. When I think about her I feel a sense of deep longing and sadness. So much of the trauma I experience now is directly tied to choices she did or did not make. Sometimes on Mother’s Day, I feel the loss of her, and other years I just feel nothing. I try to push her memory away because it’s tied to my feelings of unworthiness. Yesterday I woke up and she was on my mind. Rather than push her away I tried to just let the feelings be, in other words, I let myself feel my feelings. I’m not the type of person who likes to feel her feelings. I’d rather stay in my mind where it feels safer. I didn’t cry but sadness followed me all day. Maybe it was just her sadness, maybe she was following me all day in spirit. While I was growing up she was often sad in fact it seemed like sadness was her baseline mood. At times it seems like sadness is my baseline mood. Mine comes from childhood and religious trauma. Maybe we are the same. After all, she grew up in an abusive home where God was ready to strike you dead for any offense. Her family never accepted her as she was and she always felt unworthy. Generational trauma is the gift none of us asks for but if you’re in its path it can feel unavoidable.

I was lucky to spend time with almost all my kids and grandson yesterday. It was sunny and warm and no one talked about the end-times. We are an imperfect bunch but I think we all try to accept each other as we are. I wish I could go back in time and give this gift to my mother. I wish she was here to receive the love I know my children would give her. I see her reflected in all of my descendants. It isn’t all sadness. I see her in their love for nature, music, art, and dogs. This reminds me that she is more than her sadness, she gave me many gifts and I think she would be so happy to see how things have turned out. She is a part of every ounce of love I give to them. I’m glad I let her memory in yesterday. I’m glad I allowed myself to feel my feelings.

I hope your Mother’s Day was wonderful! If it wasn’t I’m sorry and I hope you can remember to love yourself and give yourself some compassion.